C125 A Stalemate

A few drops of blood slowly seeped into the soil. Beside the dark red marks, one could feel a chill in one's heart as one looked at the half-cut ear.

In front of them, the kneeling figure kept wailing. Ning Yue, who was holding his sword horizontally, had a strange aura. Compared to usual, it was much colder.

Looking at all of this